The Dance of the Unseen

Beneath the city's pale veil,
lifting winged shadows silk-draped,
Coalescing solemn watchmen whisper,
In the murmur of wings unseen, they speak.

Feathered echoes of dusk sigh,
Riddles threaded through twilight,
Secrets of the arcane veiled,
In whispers—forgotten echoes awake.

Follow the Shadowed Sky
Enter the Murmurs